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Sad cinderella
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by Townes Van Zandt
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When the bandits have stolen your jewelry and gone
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and your crippled young gypsy, he's grown tall and strong
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and your dead misconceptions have proven you wrong
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well then, princess, where you plannin' to turn to?
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when your magazine memory has spun you around
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and you realize your lovers were just painted clowns
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and outside your window you start hearing sounds
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where they're building a cross for to burn you
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when all your bright scarlet turn slowly to blue
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will you stop and decide that it's over?
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When your teardrops go sour and no longer fall
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the splash cross the virgin that lives down your hall
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and spends all her nights with an ear to your wall
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well then, what will you have you can offer?
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When the firedancers finish and leave you alone
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with nothing but embers and sacks full of stone
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that hang round your neck, slicing through to the bone
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will there still be place for your laughter?
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As your shattered illusions come a-tumblin' home
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and all of the butchers you've nourished have grown
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and they are suddenly able to leave you alone
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and they run like slaves that are set free
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when your questions are answered and your pleading is done
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and your mind starts to screaming that you ain't the one
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that once dwelled within you, will you turn, will you run
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Then princess, will you come home and get me?
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Sad cinderella
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Townes Van Zandt |